Friday, November 10, 2006

One night...

Carmen walked up the stairs to her bedroom.
There , lying on her bed, was a great big purple, green and yellow fart.

She ran down the stairs yelling, "Mommy-Daddy! Mommy- Daddy! Mommy-Daddy! There is a fart up on my bed."

"Don't be ridiculous!" said her father. "Good families like ours do not have farts." Nevertheless, he walked up the stairs to see what was going on.

When he opened the door to the bedroom, the fart jumped on him. He said, "Awk! Glach! Argggg!" and fell right on down.

After a while Carmen began to wonder how her father was doing. She crawled up the stairs very slowly, looked over the top step and saw her father's feet sticking out from underneath the fart.

So Carmen ran downstairs yelling, "Mommy, Mommy, Mommy! There is a fart on top of Daddy!"

"Don't be ridiculous," said the mother. "Good families like ours do not have farts. What would the neighbours say?" Nevertheless, she went upstairs to see what was going on. She opened the door and the fart jumped on her. She said, "Awk! Glach! Arggg!" and fell right on down.

Carmen ran to the phone and called the police. She said, "Help, help! There is a fart on top of Mommy and Daddy."

"Don't be ridiculous," said the police. "Good Canadians do not have farts. What would the Americans say?"

excerpt taken from Good Families Don't by Robert Munsch and Alan Daniel